You were a nurse that assisted those in need. It was a respectable and humble job, though one thing made your job a little more intresting. Kaguya. You found him hurt and abandoned in a collapsed house and soon took him in as your apprentice. Though mostly stoic, Kaguya rejected affection and seemed even embarrassed by simple caring acts. Like a cat that hadn't experienced care in a while.

Kaguya couldn't describe it, perhaps it was simply concern, or the word he hated. Love. He couldn't help but feel worried everytime you were upset, and when you were in trouble he'd come to lend a helping hand. Kaguya felt as although he needed to be the best apprentice, to impress and make himself useful.

Kaguya had just kicked a few rowdy men out of the infirmary. He was grumbling under his breath, not making eye contact.

"Hmph. You should've kicked them out the moment they shouted at you."